The surroundings were still as empty as ever, and there was no trace of anyone as far as the eye could see, but that voice sounded in their ears, and the three of them immediately stood on top of their hairs, and their bodies were covered with a piercing chill.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Blind Man listened to the sound and immediately held the crimson iron rod with both hands, and the horizontal rod fell towards the place where the sound came from, bringing up a raging flame, and where the iron rod swept, the air was burned into a heat wave, and it was all empty.

But the soaring flames of the iron rod suddenly lit up in the gloom, and at this time the flames suddenly lit up, and suddenly cast the figures of the three people on the ground, and on the flat ground, the shadows of the four people appeared.

How can three people have four shadows? The three of them only felt that their scalps were numb, especially Meng Huozi, and they were even more alarmed, because there were two figures under his feet, one in front and one in the back, the one in front was short, and the back was high and bulging, it was his own shadow, and the one in the back had fluttering sleeves and a long body, but I don't know whose it was?

Meng Huozi made a wrong step, suddenly turned around, and said sharply: "Who is it?" ”

I felt a gust of wind passing by his side, blowing a breath on his neck, as if the strength of his body was blown away by that breath, and he staggered a few steps to stand still, looking behind him was still so empty and uninhabited.

At this time, Lu Pozi, who was standing on his left side, kept his eyes staring at the ground, and two figures suddenly appeared under his feet, forming a row side by side, as if they were sticking to his back and not moving.

Frightened, Lu Cripple turned his head suddenly, but when he turned his head, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. There was a figure passing by the side of his body, he only felt that a cool breath was blown out of his neck, the energy in his body was almost drained, his mind was in a trance for a while, but when he came back to his senses, it was empty, and half of the figure could not be seen.

The three of them were all distraught, and their faces were a little unsightly, especially Meng Huozi and Lu Pozi, who were blown out of their necks. The spirit was immediately blown into a malaise. The divine light in his eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wrinkles on his face were even more furrowed, as if he was about to go on a construction project.

Lu Pozi couldn't help but reach out and touch his neck, only to feel that the back of his neck was still cold. The frightened man said, "That gust of wind." I'm afraid it's weird! ”

After all, Meng Huozi has some insight. Looking at Lu Pozi's skinny face, as if seeing his own appearance, he said with a panicked expression: "Ghost ...... Hair. Is it a ghost...... Ghost Blowout! ”

"What? What did you say? Lu Pozi looked stunned, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly found that his voice seemed to be old for countless years.

"Rumor has it that the ghost blows on you." Meng Huozi's tone was as panicked as a whisper: "I will absorb a breath of your yang energy, blow it several times in a row, and my yang life will be exhausted, and I will ......."

When he listened, Lu Pozi's face became more and more ugly, and until Meng Huozi finished speaking, his face was no different from that of a dead man.

What did Zhao Blind suddenly think? He exclaimed, "Could it be a ghost ......?" ”

Unexpectedly, before his words fell, an alarm was born in his heart, and he felt that a pair of eyes were staring at him coldly behind him, as if the ghost of death was not gone, which made him feel a chill in his heart.

Zhao Blind strengthened his courage and scolded sharply: "The old man already knows the way, you are an evil cultivator in the ghost cave, don't pretend to be a ghost, you have the ability to come out to fight." ”

Although he pretended to be calm, but in his tone, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, and cold sweat was already pouring out in the palms of the two hands holding the iron staff, this person was like a ghost, although he had already guessed his origin, but he really had no confidence to fight and win, and the cold wind blew on him, and he began to have a biting chill.

In that gust of cold wind, there was a gloomy laughter, and Zhao Blind suddenly had a feeling, the eyes that were staring at him behind his back, suddenly approached him, he sneered smartly, and subconsciously took a step forward.

The sound of sneering seemed to ring in his ears, and above his head, a black mist suddenly appeared.

Not a black mist, but a person covered in black mist.

It's not a human being, but a monster that looks like a human being.

This monster was covered in black armor, with two horns on its head that looked like scimitars, its face was extremely hideous, and in its hollow eye sockets, two black flames were jumping, and it was dragging a black big knife in its hand, which contained boundless death, as if it wanted to cut off any vitality in the world.

"Ghost ...... Ghost ......" Zhao Blind let out a terrified cry as if he had seen it with his own eyes, but before this scream fell, the sound turned into a terrifying scream, and his head flew high into the sky.

In a trance, his eyes, which had been blind for hundreds of years, seemed to regain their light, and when he saw his headless corpse fall to the ground, he turned his head hard to see if it was the ghost who had cut off his head. But this ordinary simple action is so difficult at the moment, at the moment of loss of consciousness, I caught a glimpse of a person wrapped in a black cloak out of the corner of my eye, slowly walking out in the dark.

"Rank 8 Ghost General?"

Meng Huozi and Lu Pozi's souls were scattered, but they didn't want to think about it immediately, so they fled in a hurry, hoping to save their lives, the evil cultivators of the Devil's Devil's Cave specialized in cultivating ghost spells, and the ghost would be the spirit ghost of Jindan cultivation or above, and the strength of the eighth-level ghost general was still above the late stage of Jindan, not to mention that there was also the unpredictable Devil's Devil's Cave Evil Cultivator lurking on the side.

But the two are also in the late stage of Jindan, if they work together to fight to the death, they may not have a glimmer of life, but once the courage is lost, they will become frightened birds, only to know that Lu Dao fled for his life in panic, and he is also not far from death.

The ghost in mid-air let out a ghostly howl, dragged the lifeless big knife, swept through the void without a single foot, and chased towards Meng Huozi.

Then Lu Pozi doesn't know if his legs and feet are not good? Or are your legs and feet weak when you are scared? The speed of movement was a little slow, and as soon as he ran two steps, a figure shook in front of him, and a cool breath was blown out of his neck.

This time it seemed that only Shou Yuan was drained, and every time he took a step forward, his face became a little older, and when he walked ten steps away, his legs were broken and fell to the ground, his hair and teeth all fell out, and his head had become a skull.

"O years! What a murderous invisible knife! ”

A cold voice sounded in the bitter wind. Suddenly, a foot appeared in front of Lu Pozi's deeply sunken eye sockets, and the owner of the foot was wrapped in a black cloak.

Lu Pozi seemed to be unwilling to die, his shriveled mouth was slightly open, but he found that his vocal cords were aging and out of function, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Have you ever heard of the Seven Holy Sons of the Heavenly Demon Sect? I am the Devil Son. ”

Lu Pozi was dumbfounded at this time, as if he had died in the hands of this person, and he was not wronged at all.

And at this time. Black clouds rolled overhead. The demon swept over with the blood-dripping broadsword, raised his hand and threw a bloody head on the ground, dripping and rolling at the cloaked man's feet, the head with a sharp beak and monkey gills. The expression of horror seemed to freeze. Isn't it the head on Meng Huozi's neck?

The Demon Son shook his head slightly. Reaching out and picking up the hideous human head, he closed the eyelids that were still dead and blind, and then gently placed the human head on the ground. said coldly: "A waste like you, coming to the ruins of the Imperial City, can only end like this." ”

The ghost general floating in the air suddenly let out a strange scream, which seemed to come from the Netherworld, the language of communication in the underworld, and ordinary people couldn't understand it at all.

The Devil Son tilted his head to listen, but immediately replied in surprise: "You mean, why do you want to kill these wastes? Don't you think that these wastes should end up in the ruins of the imperial city? Since sooner or later it is inevitable to die? Why don't you free them as soon as possible? ”

The ghost general screamed strangely, as if asking him a question?

The Devil Saint Son immediately replied: "The kid who got the Danqing Holy Pen, of course, wants to catch up, although that kid is not a waste, but his end is destined to be the same as these wastes." ”

The ghost will let out a human-like sneer, that disdainful tone, as if questioning something?

"You won't doubt it, I'm not interested in the Danqing Holy Pen, there is a ghost king cloak, although it is a broken spirit weapon, but for me, it is more suitable than a spirit weapon!" The Devil Saint Son immediately shook his head and said in a cold voice: "That kid's essence blood is vigorous, dozens of times stronger than these wastes, shouldn't such a person become our prey?" ”

The ghost general smirked, his voice was cold, and he seemed to agree with his words very much, but immediately let out a low whining sound, which never came out of his throat, as if he was worried about something?

"You're saying that that kid is quite difficult to deal with when he gets the spiritual weapon, and if we go, we must have the consciousness of death?"

The Devilish Saint Son helped him say this, but he immediately shook his head and said: "It's okay, I never needed this kind of awareness, only the people I killed need it, and now it should be that kid who should be worried." ”

His tone was still flat, as if he were just telling a fait accompli, and when the words fell, he continued: "Okay, what if you finish your words? We should go after that kid, but we don't want him to escape. ”

As soon as the words fell, the long sleeves of the Devilish Saint Son suddenly rolled up, and the ghost floating above his head dissipated all over, turning into a ghostly black mist and burrowing into his sleeve.

His cloak suddenly glowed black, and his whole body gradually blurred and faded until it disappeared completely, leaving only the remains of a few corpses on the ground.

At this time, in the distance hundreds of miles away from here, a light as fast as a meteor broke through the black fog, like a meteorite sinking into the sky, falling into a barren ruin.

The light flashed and disappeared, Mo Wentian staggered to stabilize his figure, threw Xingyue Zhenjun on the ground casually, and made up a palm to disperse her condensed divine consciousness, before sitting cross-legged on the ground, at this time his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and the eyes containing infinite stars were dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After passing the inner view of the dantian, his face was a little bitter, although he killed two Jindan Zhenjun in a row, it seemed to be majestic and majestic, and it was the same as the one for a while, but after all, it was the cultivation of Jindan in the early stage, and killing these two people was also a great price.

Spiritual weapons, with unpredictable power, monks below the age of the Yuan Infant do not say that they have this treasure, they may not see it in their lifetime, if they want to drive this treasure, it is not a simple thing, and the mana of the dantian is simply unsustainable.

Mo Wentian's mana is extremely strong, and with the cultivation of the early stage of the Jindan, it is enough to be proud of the true monarch in the middle stage of the Jindan, and it can be regarded as an outlier in the cultivation realm, but even so, it is impossible to use the spirit weapon twice in a row.

He first snatched the Xingyue Zhenjun's defloration holy mirror, and at the moment when the three Taibao Zhenjun entered the palace, he took off the head of the loyal fire Taibao in the air, and then in the sky above the ruins of the imperial city, he forcibly used the Danqing Holy Pen to cut the fire-robed Zhenjun into pieces and shattered his corpse.

The continuous use of two spiritual weapons has drained all the mana in his dantian, which seems to be majestic and inviolable, but in fact it is already a vulnerable papier-mâché tiger, I am afraid that any Jindan True Monarch can easily take his life.

However, Mo Wentian is not without hole cards, he patted the beast bag on his waist, and immediately a black shadow as fast as lightning flew into the sky, casting a huge phantom on the ground, a pair of golden giant claws seemed to grasp the sky, the golden tail swam like a dragon, and the clouds and mist rolled as if swallowing the clouds and locking the sun, completely submerging the land within a radius of several miles.

In a moment, the wasteland, which was originally full of desolation, has stood several extremely steep peaks, as if several giant dragons are lying in the air, twists and turns are endless, and the lofty mountains and mountains have been like miracles, suddenly standing in front of you.

The golden-clawed marten bear has been stagnant at the peak of the sixth order for decades, even if the strength was enough to compare with Dongmu Zhenjun in the late stage of Jindan, it was not its opponent at all, Mo Wentianbu was trapped in the dragon pool, and several Jindan Zhenjun joined forces to subdue this beast.

After becoming a spirit beast of Wujimen, having a spirit beast garden can increase the advancement speed of spirit beasts below the seventh order by two times, nine years is equivalent to eighteen years of ordinary times, and the cultivation of the golden-clawed marten bear is growing day by day, originally it could have been promoted to the seventh order, but it has been suppressed hard, and it has not been promoted to the next realm.

The golden-clawed marten bear has a very strong spirituality, and has calculated the architectural function of the spirit beast garden, which can only increase the advancement speed of the spirit beast below the seventh order, if it is promoted to a seventh-order spirit beast, it will lose the role of the spirit beast garden to speed up the cultivation speed, and the spirit beast is promoted to the realm, and the same as the monk, the stronger the accumulation, the more cultivation will be multiplied after advancement, and the strength is far beyond the ordinary.

Mo Wentian sat surrounded by mountains, and his heart was immediately at ease, the golden-clawed marten bear could be promoted to a seventh-order spirit beast anytime and anywhere, and with the mountain stealth technique stealth and hidden, with it guarding the array beside him, he should be able to recover his mana with confidence.

But the only problem now is that his dantian has been completely depleted, if he wants to fully recover his mana, without long-term meditation and absorption, he doesn't even think about it, if his vitality is fully recovered in a short time, it is impossible to have a panacea against the sky.

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately thought about it, and glanced at the Xingyue Zhenjun, who was unconscious like a dead man among the rocks next to him, reached out and took out a treasure bag in his arms, and quietly placed it in the palm of his hand. (To be continued......)